grr.

Dear Universe,

if, by Your grand design, the dryer in which I placed my clothing earlier this afternoon malfunctioned and failed to bake my laundry to satisfactory crispness despite paying for 90 minutes, then fine. Ignore this missive and go on about your business.

HOWEVER, if the reason my wash was still sopping wet when I returned for it an hour and a half later is because some assjacket removed my laundry, got some undeserved dry time, and replaced it back into its original dryer, then be sure that I will send Wayne Brady out to choke a bitch. Or two.

You have been warned. Thank you.

-Andee

Random thought of the evening

I find it amusing and disturbing that Fear Factor is a twisted, perverse, rated R descendant of Double Dare.

I guess we've come a long way from sticking your arm up a gigantic whipped cream filled nostril to find a flag...